LNH: Classic LNH Adventures #3: The Three Day Lull Part 3
Drew Perron
pwerdna at gmail.com
Wed Mar 30 22:20:45 PDT 2016
On 2/2/2016 8:58 PM, Arthur Spitzer wrote:
<snip>
> Also appearing in this part is Joltin' Jeff McCoskey who originally
> started writing under the PULP imprint. This was his first modern day
> age LNH story and first crack at writing Catalyst Lass and the Hooded
> Ho`'od Win both of whom would later star in his LNH Triple Play series.
Oh, wow. I didn't realize we were still before that.
> Curly couldn't quite place the name. "Zarchazum?" he said as
> Radioactive Dude's hands closed around his throat.
> Radioactive Dude suddenly hesitated. "No ... wait ... you're ..."
> "Curly!" Curly said with a smile.
> Radioactive Dude released his grip on Curly. "Yes ... Curly.
> I remember you now."
Well that was anticlimactic.
> "Webs Tor," he snapped into his communicator thingy, "convert to Detector
> and scan me for anomalies."
>
> "No anomalies detected," the drone responded, "on your person. However,
> there is an anomaly in the room. I cannot scan it."
Wait, how does that work
> The communicator thingy grew hot against the Ruler of Men's
> Egos'es wrist
That can*not* be the proper pluralization. :I
> "Not at all, mon petit fromage," the unseen tormenter replied. "I know
> how your power works. You undercut the wills of your opponents with the
> power of the Hidden Flame."
Innnnnteresting. This kinda fits with my ideas about Flame - and Lurking.
> "You've been doing some
> useful things for the Legion, but always with a hidden agenda. You need
> to be careful about that. Trust me, I know. I got caught in one of those
> and it took a revamp to get me out."
Oof, I hate that.
> "Uhm, small problem. If I'm cool enough not to scorch things, I'm
> intangible."
>
> "Ah," the Interloping Mischief-Maker nodded, adding the information to
> his list of weaknesses.
>
> "And no fair adding that to my list of weaknesses."
Heeheehee
> "Careful, if we overlap our powers will heterodyne and the resulting
> flame would burn you out. You'd be stuck talking like Little Mary Sunshine."
*snerk*
> You didn't see me
> during your initial assault on the Legion but I was there, watching every
> move you made. And I'm, uh, keeping your Flame a little lower than it
> usually burns, because I don't feel like getting into an ego-destruction
> war. Trust me, if your own writer were the one scripting this, you'd be
> doing a whole lot better."
I KNEW IT. (but that's good, that's good)
> "Cause I want to freeze the slurpee machine into a solid block, and
> because you'll get to torment some of the others. I wanna watch."
>
> "But, I thought you were a net hero?"
>
> "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm a stuffed shirt.
Chaotic Goodish
> From around the croner, a vacuously attractive woman
Oh that's an unfortunate phrase.
> Tsar Chasm's eyebrows shot up. He couldn't believe as robust a
> personality as Invisible Incendiary would be caught dead in a 'woman's movie.'
> He prepared a caustic remark to relieve his partner. Before he could utter
> it,
> however, he felt his words transforming into agreement! He clamped his mouth
> shut in horror.
He's really getting played with; I love it.
> Fighting the urge to laugh gaily in assent, the Supremor of Self-
> confidence dialed his watch. He knew what was happening, of course. Catalyst
> Lass' powers of persuasion were corrupting good judgement, not to mention good
> taste. "Webster! Emergency! Select Reporter and give me a movie review,
> review 'Sleepless in Seattle.' NOW!"
Heeheehee.
> Catalyst Lass rocked back on her heels. "No . . . h-he can't
> mean . . . I mean Tom Hanks' wife died. Of course he's sad. And when Meg
> hears his son on the radio . . . he must be reviewing another movie."
>
> "Yes. The OTHER Tom Hanks/Meg Ryan tearfest." Tsar Chasm had
> regained his self-control thanks to the timely review.
It's funny because later on there were like ten more
> "Catch me. I'm fainting. What're you going to do, summon Kid Kirby
> and Cheezzarr to stop me? Oh no, I guess not. They'd just end up fighting each
> other . . ." HHW's eyes grew large under her hood, then clamped shut.
>
> >) you cannot pretend to know the forces you toy with . . .(<
> She appeared to be trying to convince herself.
> >) . . . but Kid Kirby and Cheezzarr?
Wow, a Cheeezarr reference. Now *that*'s oldschool.
> i wonder . . . NO! curse you
> Miami Dolphin Man! (<
> Her voice became even more hollow.
> >) do not let our paths cross again, lest i bring out the '92
> Indianapolis Colts and we discover together . . . Who`'od Win! (<
Okay! <3
Drew "sure, why not" Perron
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